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Seventeen Days of Gold Chapter 10 - Part 2 It had been about an hour since I spoke to Chuck, and I sat brooding in front of the television, still trying to take it all in. "If it bothers you so much, then don't watch it." Apolo said, leaning against the doorway. "I want to know what they're saying about us." I sighed, still staring at the TV. "I need to be prepared for any potential questions once we're allowed out in public again." "That should be tomorrow, right?" He asked, walking over to sit next to me on the bed. "I'm not missing the competition for anything." "Yes, you should be cleared for tomorrow. But whether or not I'll be with you is still questionable." "You called your boss, right?" "Yeah, but Chuck doesn't make the decisions...has to go higher up." I turned off the set, frustrated. "Last he told me was that he'd know by tomorrow morning and that I should expect a call first thing." "Is that good or bad?" He asked, casually laying his head down in my lap and gazing up at me. "Normally, that means no." I shrugged. "The call will more than likely be my reassignment." Apolo was quiet for a moment, looking away as he twisted the ends of my hair in his fingers. "So that's it, then?" He said softly, glancing back up at me. I looked down at him and placed my bandaged hand against his cheek, slowly tracing my thumb over his bottom lip. He darted his tongue out to lick the tip of my thumb. I sighed. Every little thing he did was just so sexy. "This was all a lot easier when we didn't get along." I admitted. Apolo sat up, facing me, and placed his hand on the back of my neck, running his fingers up into my hair. I closed my eyes, his touch sending chills down my spine. "Since we worked so hard at getting along," he said, and I opened my eyes at the sound of his voice, his breath against my lips, "why don't we make the most of our last day together." He pressed his lips against mine, parting them with his tongue. He was right; we had worked hard at it. Or maybe against it. Either way, after today, the chances of seeing one another again were slim. And if we are never seen together again, there's no scandal for the press to create. Right now, there's nothing to lose...nothing to stop us. It was time to just let myself go. I trailed kisses from his mouth down to his neck, only to find the collar of his t-shirt in the way. I helped him off with his shirt, taking care to not disturb the bandage on his arm, and quickly returned to grazing at his neck and shoulder. Lightly, I traced my fingers around his nipples before letting my hands explore his toned chest and abs. Soft murmurs escaped Apolo's lips, as I ran the tip of my tongue from his throat to his chin, returning to his waiting mouth. We exchanged deep, wet kisses, searching one another's mouth with our tongues. I could feel him slowly push down one strap of my tank top, before cupping my exposed breast in his warm hand and running his thumb over my nipple. In response, I pressed my nails into his back, making him flinch. He pulled his mouth away, staring deeply into my eyes, searching for some confirmation, wanting to know that I wasn't running this time. Passion had turned his eyes a deep brown, and I returned with an emerald gaze, laying my right hand against his cheek. He smiled, turning his head to kiss my palm, before gently pushing me back on the bed. I stretched my legs out as he lay down between them, pressing his hips against mine, where I could feel him beginning to stir. Rising up slightly, he pulled the rest of my top down, watching as my flesh was exposed. "God, you're beautiful." He sighed, before lowering his head to tease one nipple, then the other, with his tongue and teeth. I murmured, burying my hands in his hair and raising one knee up to push myself harder against him. He nipped lightly, making me shiver and moan. Trailing his way down my quivering stomach with his lips, he pulled my shorts down over my hips, taking the tank top with, covering every exposed inch of skin with kisses all the way to my foot. Then, starting with the opposite leg, he kissed his way back up, pausing at the inside of my thighs. When I felt his hot breath, I glanced down to find him looking back at me as he flicked his tongue over my clit. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back on the pillow. For someone who wanted me so badly, he was certainly taking his time ravaging me. Not that I was complaining.  He gently parted my moist folds and slid one finger inside as he continued licking and sucking at my clit. I tangled my fingers in his hair, groaning his name as he pleasured me. My whole being felt as if on fire. I wanted, need him to be inside me. I guided him gently back to my lips and he brought his mouth down hard on mine. I moaned into his mouth, tugging at his sweatpants until I managed to pull them down far enough to free his stiffened member. I caressed him, loving the feel of him growing harder in my hands. He moved his legs until he managed to shed his pants completely. Nothing between us now. Our bodies entangled and our mouths locked in a passionate kiss, we expressed our desires with increasingly urgent stokes and caresses, until it could no longer be ignored. Shifting his hips until he was positioned over me, the head just brushing my opening, I could feel myself trembling with anticipation. Our faces just inches apart, we watched one another through our lust-clouded eyes, and he slowly entered me. I heard Apolo groan as I pressed my head into the pillow and gasped as he slid deep into me. He pumped slowly, and I brought both knees up to allow a deeper thrust. It had been a long time since I'd been with anyone, and I could feel a twinge of pain as he penetrated me, but that was quickly replaced with pleasure. I wrapped my arms around him, loving the feel of his weight on me. "Damn baby, you're so tight." He breathed and stroked into me faster, my hips rising up to meet him. Sweat dripped off of Apolo's face onto my chest, the heat in the room becoming almost unbearable. My dreams were no comparison to how he felt, or how he made me feel. I chastised myself for letting my morals get the best of me. "Apolo!" I groaned. "Don't stop, please...I want to feel like this forever." "Oh Mica...I've wanted you like this for so long...oh God..." His words trailed off. He was coming fast, I could feel it, and he reached down with one hand to massage my clit, wanting to take me with him. It didn't take much more than that. I climaxed, digging my hands into the sheets, arching off the bed and crying out his name. Triggering Apolo's orgasm, he gave a final, hard thrust, exploding deep inside me, holding my hips tight as I clasped around him. I fell back into the bed and he collapsed on top of me. Both slick with sweat, we laid together, waiting for our heartbeats and breathing to return to normal. I realized I was still gripping the sheets, and released my hands, feeling the sting radiating up my left arm. He nuzzled his face into my neck, kissing and licking the sweat there until I shifted a little under him, and he rolled off of me. We looked at one another and smiled and I reached to brush a stray wisp of hair that stuck to his cheek. I felt so released and free; so happy, yet so sad. "My hand is killing me." I said aloud. "My shoulder too." He replied. "But it was worth it." “Oh yeah.” I smiled. And that didn’t even begin to cover half of it. We lay there for a few minutes, simply contemplating one another. “Mica,” he said, suddenly serious. “How did you handle all that shit yesterday? I mean, I was so God damn scared.” “I’ve been doing this for a few years.” I shrugged. “I guess you could say it’s all part of the job.” “Some of the news and stuff are saying you’re a hero.” “Yeah, and the rest are trying to drag out my past and run me out of town!” I laughed, then paused, serious again. “If there was any way I could have prevented this, I would have done it.” Apolo bit his lip in thought. “You were a different person last night.” He said, barely above a whisper. In reality, I could barely remember last night. It was as if I had switched into another mode--not caring what happened to me, just trying to protect him at all costs. I swallowed; my throat was dry. Was this what it felt like to be a hero? I stared into his eyes and thought of tomorrow, wishing it would never come, and feeling so empty inside. The emotions held back yesterday came rushing in. I stifled the tears that threatened and pulled him to face me again. “Apolo, I was scared too. But whether or not it was my job, I would do it all again.” I said. "It was worth it." I kissed him tenderly and he drew me closer to him, needing me again. Together we spent the night keeping tomorrow as far away as we could. Scene music: "Hero'" by Enrique Iglesias Copyright material TMS2003-6 Chapter 11 Return to Home Back to Chapter 10, pt. 1   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)